My mom once told a
story of her college choir.
The director
handed out two pieces to rehearse:
Lord Nelson Mass by Haydn
and German Requiem by Brahms.
The Mass they
loved from the first moment—amazing.
But the Requiem? Ick! What was the director
thinking?
By the time of the
performance, though,
Their thoughts had
entirely changed.
Lord Nelson Mass was so simple, they were bored
(As they might
have guessed, when they sang it well the first time through).
But the Brahms? They
had wrestled and worked that piece,
Until, by their
performance, it was entirely transformed into a work of beauty.
They loved it
thoroughly.
As well they
should. It is magnificent.
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